annaocxo

Ireland

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
― Anton Chekhov

annaocxo (Ireland)() published:

What Remains

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I remember that day in the summer we met 
How your smile made me know it was you
That I would remain with for all of my days
Oh Sally I’m glad that was true
Your sister she gave me your grandmother's ring 
In a blue velveteen little box
And the band was a silver that gleamed in moonlight 
With tiny clear diamonds for rocks

So push it down push it down Sally 
Please push it down push it down...

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annaocxo (Ireland)() liked The Queen by Madeline Bryan (United States of America)()

17 days ago

annaocxo (Ireland)() published:

All Our Yesterdays

PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition 2019

“I was in a crash. A while back.” The words fell out of my mouth, my body doing the talking for me. It felt like I was hiding somewhere in my mind, behind a wall of chaotic emotion.
All eyes turned to me and, for a moment, I felt as though the whole world had stopped. I was standing on stage, a spotlight clouding my vision, a pin-drop silence settling across a waiting crowd.
    Then, just as quickly...

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20 days ago

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annaocxo (Ireland)() published:

Fluidity

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The river ebbs and flows. 
And ebbs and flows. 
And climbs over rocks 
and through mountains, 
coursing its way 
up a sharp incline. 

The woods around it 
are dark and stormy. 
Dark and stormy. 
And the branches build it 
a shelter from the sun. 

Rocks are flung from grass banks, 
skimming across a glasslike surface, 
creating ripples here and there 
before sinking to the bottom. 
And still the river ebbs and flows.
Ebbs and flows. 

Some sunny summers,
the river...

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21 days ago

annaocxo (Ireland)() liked candle hearts by efflorescence (United States of America)()

25 days ago

annaocxo (Ireland)() published:

Broken Glass

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I stare at the broken frame on my bathroom floors. Shattered glass litters the the cold tapestry of tiles. I threw it there earlier, letting it smash against the doorframe, not caring about the tiny minefield that now laid across the entrance to my ensuite. I'd add this one to the shoebox under my bed. And on my wall, I'd add another mark. 

I told you stories of the people that left my life. I showed you the scars that...

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25 days ago

annaocxo (Ireland)() reviewed:

time?

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This is a really wonderful piece. The grammar in it makes it interesting to read, the lack of capital letters gives it an almost soft and gentle feeling. Really great job!

about 1 month ago

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annaocxo (Ireland)() published:

The Memory

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I know these streets like the back of my hand. They are familiar, safe. And yet I can't wait to leave them. 

The houses are old, their brickwork fading. Curled chips of paint cling to coloured doors. An outburst of individuality in an otherwise deafening sameness. 

The people here are the same. Same minded, same dressed, same same

But he, he is different. 

He is summer days. And spring flowers. 

He is a gust of wind when you think...

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about 1 month ago

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annaocxo (Ireland)() published:

Survival.

PROMPT: Why I Write

I write because I cannot live without it. Because every cell in my body needs it to survive.

I write because I crave words like air and stories like water.

I write because the life I have is simply not enough. I need to live in every sense that I can and writing is the only way I can do that.

I write because I have a candle in my brain, stories are oxygen and if I do not let...

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about 1 month ago

annaocxo (Ireland)() published:

Growing

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I feel time shifting. 
The hands of clocks
push against my back, 
the sharp point pressing 
my skin, the feeling 
getting stronger as if 
it wants to say to me
'You are alive.' 
 
Tick-tock.
 The noise 
calls out, flooding my
brain, filling every crevice 
of my skull until 
there is no empty space. 
Tick-tock. Time is passing.
Tick-tock. It screams.

(I imagine a seaside.
The waves crashing against
the floor, filling up holes
in sand. Golden grains
caving in, giving way to the 
greater...

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